= feeling a flurry of frantic, fidgety frenzy.
Damn, I really should consider packing.
Doing so would be admitting I'm actually leaving.
Eeesh.
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About Me
- Marissa
- I'm Marissa; a wife, mom, mortician, daughter, sister, aunt & I'd like to think good friend. I'm pro-choice, pro-love, pro-environment, pro-peace, pro-shopping... and chances are very good you won't catch me voting republican.
I am a former stay-at-home-mom of 9 years who, during the midst of my very own mid-life crisis, got a part time job at a funeral home & went back to school to fulfill my lifelong calling of becoming a licensed mortician/funeral director.
I try to parent & live as naturally as possible and I love learning new eco-friendly tips. If you see a tree, I just might be hugging it. I sincerely love trees.
I swear. A lot. Maybe too much. Admitting it is the first step, or so I f*&k*ng hear.
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between. You know you wouldn't want it any other way ~Meredith Brooks
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Asshat. You forgot the M. It's Meesh.
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